As cool as the other side of his pillow Two days beard growth, hair, more shape on a hay rick That’s the way the thinking process is this morning Not such a pleasant sight in the breaking light of dawn Twisting, turning, uneasy in himself Then to rub salt into the wound if you will […]
Author: @purpleandgoldpoetry
An old hand with fresh thoughts, sounds convincing?
Sometimes they lose the plot
Poets, they think they know a lot Later he would engage in wordplay Today was a sad yet busy day It afforded him little time to think Now in the silence of nightfall He took some time to reflect, recall This in turn moved the mind on to a poetic link This perfect moment of […]
From bookworm to author.
From bookworm to author Use language we can comprehend At times you tend to deliver words Mere mortals do not understand. Yes, there are poems/stories you destroy With ‘artificial’ words, is that so you can get by? It may assist you with a given subject Take a moment to reflect Consider, should I revert back […]
Another of life’s twists and turns.
Deep into the forest he took himself To his favourite haunt There’ took his seat on the carved out tree stump Just the rustling of trees to disturb his thoughts. Serious issues he was capable of dealing with It was those trivial issues that really upset him It was something about nothing, in his opinion […]
Softly, in the dusk she landed.
He placed the two pronged ladder Through the apple tree It is winter he grumbled There should be no need of this The cider scent from the tree Was the only consolation As he scrambled through the boughs The voice from the upper window Informing him – keep left a little Mind your step, his […]
He sits looking out the window.
He sits looking out the window Night has fallen in his house of words Mercury dropping, taste of hot whisky awaits Soon it will be zero hour, brightness awaits He huddles beside burning embers Windows and doors shuttered against all weathers Bolted tight against the thief Yet the threat of entry remains Daybreak will see […]
Silent hours of love.
Silent hours of love. Such sights the ancient poet dreams Dreams of pomp and ceremony Revellers dressed in colours multitude Others chanting immoral poetic verse Then this melting voice A calmness to proceedings brings Delights the brood then in haste she leaves. [Sober, steadfast and demure] She leans across kisses him tenderly Startled, he awoke […]
From a child we adults must learn.
From a child we adults must learn Down he lay hands and feet scrambling Surrounded by the essence of merriment A new beginning for many Who tomorrow will arise and go about their business For him in his mind – no such prospect The Baby born in the manger Had at least comfort and a […]
An acrostic thought for January 2020
An acrostic thought for January 2020 Jettisoned into a new decade Allow time to contemplate on New Year’s resolutions U-turns where they are concerned As you are aware, common practice Remember, render onto Caesar what is Caesars You will then have cleared the first hurdle and set yourself a pattern. Poetry from The Man Shed […]
Never, just another year.
Drawing to its close, this road winds onwards and upwards Journeys, for some at least are easier now as heretofore Each step we take though is made worthwhile By those we encounter on our travails We keep them alive in our memory Are thankful for their presence As this decade draws to a close This […]
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